Like when he arrived, Friedman was the last "devil" to leave the meeting room.
He wanted to continue chatting with the Sin Eater about Lei Zhe and Augustus's succession—the matter interested every student at First University, so he did not think merely discussing it would expose his identity.
Of course, discussing this with the Sin Eater was not because he expected any unexpected help, though he did want some. The more important purpose of the conversation was to use a third party's perspective to glimpse how others viewed him or Sephrano, thereby indirectly judging how he should proceed and whether there was still hope of going further.
During the latter half of the meeting, Friedman had tried to raise the subject, only for the witch Leviathan in the Cat Face Mask to derail it.
"This is the meeting room of the Seven Deadly Sins, gentlemen." After interrupting Friedman, Leviathan gave a light laugh. "We have a tighter agenda to deal with... rather than delighting in gossip about personnel changes in First University's two major societies like some lowbrow extracurricular club."
"Or rather, is anyone present connected to this matter?"
As she spoke, her blazing gaze swept across the room, as though she could see through everyone's thoughts. "The Seven Deadly Sins stands for mutual aid, and for cleansing sin from the school... but it does not include 'scheming,' 'pledging loyalty,' or 'placing bets.' I wonder whether Lord Sin Eater supports my view."
The other six at the table promptly fell silent.
The Sin Eater stroked his smooth chin and gave a dry laugh. "Very wise, very wise."
The corner of Friedman's mouth twitched. He had never imagined that merely bringing up the subject would draw so many accusations. All he could do was rasp out a reluctant defense. "No one